“ A childless mother, a wounded solider, and a crazy child solider are manipulated by a lying translator in a muddy, hellish war zone. At the base of a skeletal tree that is gradually adorned with glitter and gold from wrappers and sparkly garbage, these characters skirmish for what they need and what they can get, while the Wind of Voices buzzes the air around them. The training dance of the child solider that starts the piece is the dance of destruction. The play is brutal and beautiful, and must be a wonder on the stage. ”